can trade an eye and eye.
Hearts so heavy with our hurt,
But not enough to die.
Myself and Davy Jones
Could trade off pitieious moans.
Hearts we cut out've our chest,
Leaving nothing but rib bones.
Davy Jones and me,
we're destined for the sea.
Hearts we kept in sandy chests,
Yet somehow we'll still be.
My dearest Davy Jones,
Your locket's silver tones...
Hearts that're kept with lock and key
while we two sail alone.
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